February 13th 2005 8:50 am
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Well, mama is letting me use her computer again today. All I can say is - it's about time. The older I get the more difficult it is to remember all my memories.
Today I'm going to talk about how I got my name. I mentioned before that at the pound place they named me Dudley and that is the name on my chip. But I really wasn't a Dudley, you know? I mean what kind of a nick name is Dud? grrrrrr Anyway my new mama and her daughter kept trying to come up with a new name for me that they both liked. It was taking a long time, too. Everyday when the daughter came home from work, she would ask our mama, "How was your buddy today?" Well, I kinda liked that name - Buddy. It sounded so friendly and nice. I was really getting tired of having no name. It is difficult to come when no one has a name for you. After about a week, I was determined they would give me my name. I was thinking and thinking what I could do about it. Whenever they mentioned one I liked - like Cey - the other one wouldn't like it. It was about time to take things into my own paws. That Tuesday when the daughter came home and asked "How was your buddy today?" I went to her for my pet and treat. Finally someone got wise! She looked at mama and said, "Hey, why don't we call him Buddy?" Mama laughed and said it would be a great name for me. From that day on I was known by my new name - Buddy.
Of course with a name like Buddy, I have lots of nick names, too. Mama's son reminded everyone that their dad had a horse during something called World War ll and the horse's name was Buddy. Then his daughter met me and called me "the Budster". Some friends came to meet me and they called me Buddy Boo. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Sometimes I'm called Bud and that's ok. Then there is my now daddy. He and my now mama got married and he came to live with us. I had a problem with him at first - but that's a whole other story in itself. Anyhow, once in awhile he calls me Meathead or Mutt and when I do something bad or get in his way he'll call me a PITA. Yeah, I know. But I like to let him think he's the Alpha Male around here instead of me and I'll go when he calls me any of those. When mama isn't around, he'll call me Moron, too. I know she wouldn't like it if she heard it. But it's ok. I let him think he's the Alpha and I get to go for rides. That's a pretty fair trade, don't you think?
Guess it's time to let mama have her computer back.
Woofs 'til next time.
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